A/N: PT. 3, Last part
Summary: Summary: Summary: Near AU. An Emily and Alison version of the things that happened between Spencer and Jonny in season 5 (if you don't remember, I suggest a recapping ;). Emily is 20. Alison is 18.
After the unexpected morning events, Emily had offered buying Alison coffee at The Brew— which she had accepted, but the brunette kept profusely apologizing to her about the night before as they decided to take a small walk down the road, sipping on their coffees.
Something Alison appreciated and really thought was sweet of her, but unnecessary. She had already forgiven the artist.
"Emily please. I've forgiven you, you really don't have to do all this." She lays a hand on the brunette's forearm to prove her point, and smiles up at her.
The two had really gotten to know each other's personalities, likes, and dislikes, in the past two weeks so Alison knew Emily was going to continue to internally feel guilty about what she did until the artist thought she had made up for it.
"Emily you were right about coloring outside the lines, okay? I actually did have fun last night, more fun than I've had in a long time, but...I have boundaries, and going to prison will ruin my only chance of getting out of Rosewood one of these days, you know?"
Emily nods once. "I do." And she really did, Alison could just tell. "Believe it or not, I also have boundaries or...at least I'm trying to." She jests with an easy smirk.
And Alison laughs.
"Excuse Me? Emily Fields?"
The moment is cut short as a third voice interrupts, the voice was authoritative and as Alison glanced upward— she realized why.
In front of them stood a tall, dark man in cop uniform...but not just any cop.
Lorenzo Calderon
The policeman she had kissed not two months ago, who was eight years older than her and who she had only kissed out of sheer vulnerability alone, and then hadn't called him when he gave her his number.
Alison silently curses, moving in closer to the taller girl beside her. Emily definitely notices, becoming a bit protective. But so far Lorenzo hadn't looked at her once.
Hopefully he wasn't here about the...
"Do you know anything about a vandalized painting on top of Hollis University that appeared last night?"
His voice was sharp, and eyes held an unnecessary fire to them that the brunette didn't understand.
"Um, It's called a mural, actually." She quips, none-to-wisely— and receives an elbow to the side for it.
"Emily." Alison reprimands, shaking her head disapprovingly.
This time Lorenzo does glance her way, accusation in his eyes before switching his gaze back over to Emily. "Mhm, can you tell me where you were between times eleven and midnight last night?"
Emily sighs, doesn't say a word, and simply stares at him. Something told Alison she had done this before...
Maybe the artist wasn't going to say anything— but Alison sure as h*ll was. "Lorenzo." She addresses and waits until he turns to look at her, out of the corner of her eye she notes Emily's eyebrows furrow as she starts putting pieces together. "Look, Emily didn't do anything wrong." She lies...technically.
Because even though the action was illegal in itself, Emily had did something very right last night also— she really had.
Lorenzo ignores her of course, turning right back to Emily. "Right. Ma'm, I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and place your hands behind your back." He orders her, gesturing a twirling motion.
Alison's eyes widen as she steps forwards, and holds her hands up. "Lorenzo, please, just leave it. You don't even have any evidence to arrest her."
The man simply blinks at her, before responding. "Alison, my unit found this woman's license left at the scene of the crime. That's more than enough evidence for me." He glances at the brunette beside the blonde, noting that she still hadn't done what he had instructed. He pulls out his handcuffs.
"Emily Fields." This time the artist is forcibly turned around as the cop places the cuffs, tighter than necessary, around her wrists. "You are under arrest for the suspicion of-"
"Wait." Alison wasn't going to allow her new friend (who she may or may not have a crush on...oh who was she kidding) to go down that easily. "Lorenzo, you're only doing this because of what happened between us, this has nothing to do with Emily."
"No, Alison you're wrong." The cop glares at her. "This is my job. I'm doing this because a college campus building was vandalized last night and your little girlfriend here, is the number one suspect."
"..."
Alison, nor Emily, who had her back turned to both of them, had anything to say.
Lorenzo keeps his hands on the cuffs and pulls the artist around so that he was behind her and leans towards the blonde, eyes gleaming his resentment. "And you know what? Instead of questioning why I'm here, why don't you tell me what you're doing gallivanting around town with a suspected criminal?"
The blonde's eyes narrow, furious.
"Hey." Emily finally steps in, glaring as much as she could over her shoulder at the man. Alison's heart fluttered. "She had nothing to do with this, just me."
Alison could swear she hears the policeman growl lowly in his throat. "Well that's not your call to make." He settles with before beginning to guide the brunette in the direction of his police car parked in front of the sidewalk. "Lets go, Fields. You're going down to the station with me."
Groaning, Emily doesn't protest in fear that he would somehow use it against Alison, and climbs into the backseat.
"Lorenzo, stop this." Alison is standing right in front of the doors, arms crossed in anger.
But the cop doesn't, he ignores her and gets into the front seat to pull off.
"It's okay, Alison, really. I've got this." The brunette tells her through the window— right before the car is gone...and the two girl's quickly disappear from each other's sight.
Alison watches the car speed off and huffs.
D*mmit! It's not okay...I have to fix this...but how?
...
- [ 2:00 A.M. ~ Next Day ] -
It was too late, or early, for her to be up.
Alison sat in her bed, against her head board, having not a wink of sleep the night before either.
Why?
Emily was still in jail.
She had done some pleading and begging to Spencer, Veronica, even her dad to try and get the older girl out— to no avail so far, and the blonde swears she was just about to rip her hair trying to come up with ideas when-
*Bang
Alison immediately sits up straight and tense as something hit her window.
*Bang
There it was again. The blonde slowly slid off the edge of her bed, grabbing the bat that lay beside it and began closer to the window.
Cautiously.
Because knowing her luck it could be 'A', h*ll, it could be Clifford the big red dog set on revenge for her calling it stupid when she was five knowing her luck.
But then again...it could be the one person she has desperately wanted to see for nearly two days now. Not that she would get her hopes up.
Alison gulps as she approaches as close as she could get up to the window— she hesitantly looks down and sees...someone in a dark hoodie.
Her breath hitches as she squints— it wasn't just any person in a dark hoodie, it was a certain artistic genius she could now happily admit she had a monumental crush on.
Emily Fields
The blonde's hands immediately drop the bat in her hand as she uses them to lift the window sill. "Emily!" Its whispered, yet shouted, in surprise alone as she stares down at the girl below her window.
Emily grins silently up at her and gives a small wave in return.
Alison can't help giggling in utter disbelief, leaning against the sill and smiling back at the brunette. "Hold on, I'll be right out." She tells her before disappearing completely out of view.
Not ten minutes later, after somehow sneaking Emily upstairs, the two are sat comfortably in her room— Alison on the edge of her bed and Emily sat at her desk chair, facing her.
"Wait, so you've been out since this morning, why didn't you call me or stop by? Emily, I was worried sick." The blonde frowns.
The artist winces guiltily, putting her hands up defenselessly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just...had some important things to take care of before I came to see you and was going to come see you at a more awake time, but I just couldn't wait any longer."
There it was again. The brunette had such good ways with words— Alison felt an overwhelming warmth and rush shoot through her heart. "I'm glad..." She ignores the blush on her cheeks as she shifts from left to right on the bed. "So, how'd you get out anyways?"
For once, Emily is grateful for the subtle change of subject. "Erm, well, Mrs. Hastings posted my bail." She scratches the back of her neck nervously. "Thank you by the way, she told me you vouched for me, you didn't have to do that."
"Of course I did, Emily." Alison didn't understand why the brunette was suddenly nervous, she never was before. "You're my friend, and I know your heart was in the right place...even if what you did was wrong. Is she making you pay her back?" She raises her eyebrows, because of she's knows Veronica Hastings...
"Um, I already have actually." The brunette sighs, and looks up at her regretfully. "She took it out of the security deposit for the lease, which expired about-" She checks her pretend wrist watch. "Twenty four hours ago."
It's silent for a moment. The artist staring into the blonde's eyes and vice versa.
And then slowly Alison begins to stand from her bed, crossing the short distance between them.
"...she kicked you out?" The blonde's voice is small as she places a hand on her shoulder.
Emily looks up at her with a soft nod. "I believe the words were 'effective immediately'." She snickers a bit, though it holds little amusement. "Got any packing tape?"
Alison doesn't answer, but frowns down at her instead.
Emily lays a hand atop her own on her shoulder. "Don't worry about me, Ali."
"But you shouldn't be punished like this, Emily. Had Lorenzo just made one call-"
The brunette cuts her off with a scoff. "I doubt Officer Calderon was in a calling mood." She reasons.
Alison shakes her head anyways. "I'm so sorry, I can't believe he was was such an…"
"An overzealous cop? Overzealous boyfriend?"
"He is not my boyfriend." The blonde is quick to set straight. "We just...kissed once."
Emily feels the huge knot in her chest loosen ever so slightly. "Well, thank god for that."
As the two fall into silence once more, Alison slowly retreats her touch from the brunette's shoulder to link her own fingers tightly together. "Where will you go?" She finally asks the question that had been running through mind for the past five minutes.
The artist shrugs, looking down at the ground and wringing her hands. "Might live in my car for a while..." She draws out.
"Emily..."
"Or." Suddenly the brunette's looking up at her with a huge grin on her face, causing Alison to look bewildered. "...I could hop on the first flight to Paris, France."
Emily stuck her hands into her coat pocket, pulling out two white slips of paper and shoving them into the blonde's hands. "Check it out." She winks.
"You didn't."
"I did." The brunette's grin grew wider, standing up from her chair so that she was towering over the younger girl as said blonde looked in amazement at the tickets in her hands.
They really were tickets to France. Actual tickets to her...dream place.
"B-but...how?" She looks up at the artist incredulously.
"Sold the rights to my whispering headphones invention."
"What?" Alison frowns, eyebrows furrowing. "Emily, how could you do that? That thing was amazing." She emphasizes the last word, whacking the brunette's arm softly.
Emily shrugs, sighing. "I know, but it was worth it." She holds eye contact with glowing blue irises. "Anyways, something tells me I'll be...inspired again. Ahem, and I'll invent something else, bigger and better." Her voice has more hope, than doubt.
The blonde nods slowly, then looks down at the tickets in her hands and freezes. "Wait..." She looks back up at the older girl. "There's two tickets here."
"Glad you finally noticed." The brunette smiles.
"Why?" Alison presses, trying not to let the hope fill her chest...and failing.
"Come on, you're a smart girl, Alison. You figure it out."
The blonde's hammering heart seemed to drop to her stomach as she points a finger to herself. "...me? Y-you want to take...me?" The overall shock at even the suggestion is very evident in her voice.
Emily winks again. Then nods. "I figured you said you wanted adventure soooo, why not start there? With me...if you'd like?"
Before she could even think about it too long to convince herself, Alison began a vehement shake of her head as she handed back over the tickets. "E-Emily." She backs away. "I-I can't. I mean...of course, I would love to but...I have school, a-and friends. What would I tell them? What about my dad? I can't just up and leave, I-"
"Alison." Emily stops her in her tracks before she could even finish. The blonde's mouth snaps shut as the brunette takes her hand in hers, moving in closer. "You can do whatever you want to do...you want to get out of this town, you want freedom...well, here it is." She holds the ticket up so that it was eye level.
Alison doesn't know what to say. Her freedom really was right there...right in front of her face, by this time next week she could be in Paris with one of the most incredible people she's ever met and she's what...saying no?
"Just here me out." The artist's voice snaps her out of her thoughts yet again. "Your summer break is in a week right? These tickets are good until then. Tell your friends, along with your dad, that you're just going to...visit a friend for the summer or something. H*ll, tell them the truth, I don't care." Her hand tightens around hers. "But I refuse to take anyone but you, Alison DiLaurentis."
Emily's voice is sincere.
"..."
So sincere that...
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes, I'll go." Alison grins, quickly lunging for the brunette and wraps her arms around neck. She hears the older girl let out a shuttering sigh, before feeling the artist return the embrace and chuckle.
"Yes!"
"Shhh!" The blonde quickly pulls away from their hug and shushes her. Her dad wouldn't be too happy to find the older girl and her up in her room alone at the time of morning.
Emily gives her what looked to supposed to be an apologetic look, but really she was just grinning. Alison couldn't blame her.
Instead, the blonde grabs her by her jacket collar and leans in close...so close that their lips were definitely going to touch before-
"Wait."
The artist nearly pouts. "Wait, whatttt?" She whines.
Alison laughs. "About that packing tape you wanted earlier...I'm probably going to be using it all, so you may need to buy your own."
Emily just nods her head. She could care less. She steps forward and in an instant, the girl's lips were softly touching as they kissed passionately.
'You, me, and sweet Paris?"
'How about forever?'